Tomorrowless and Tomorrowless and Tomorrowless Like an Ill-conceived Necklace Minus Chain

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Perhaps you’ve thought about it.  It’s not new

To you.  They think we have a past.  It’s gone.

They teach us history, in their bookish view,

But it’s an endless vista lacking dawn,

A string of endless Tuesdays and without

A dictionary.  No tradition fills

The block you live on.  There’s a future pout

But it is saucy in its face.  No thrills

Are promised.  Silver Screens contained Monroes,

Gold (Once Upon a Time), but in the street

You live in such non-grammars only pose

With diamonds where no chains will ever meet.

  The future’s only dollars with their hex

    Will offer you a shun-protected sex.